Cambrik’s phone buzzed on the table, its ringtone cutting through the tense silence. She barely had a chance to glance at it before Fenn moved, reaching for it swiftly. But Genia was faster. She stood, stepping into his path, blocking his way with a practiced ease that only intensified the cold look Fenn shot at her.
Genia strode over to the table, picked up Cambrik's phone, and glanced at the screen. The name flashing across it made her blood boil. Otthen Neor. What the hell could he possibly want now?
Without a second thought, Genia answered, her tone icy. “What do you want, Otthen?”
There was a stunned pause on the other end. “Genia? What are you doing with my wife’s phone?”
Genia’s grip tightened, her teeth clenched as she let out a low, scathing laugh. “Ex-wife, you arrogant basta
